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I live with depravity,
Pressure like gravity.
Why can't they just see
I want to live happily?
Surrounded by poverty,
The cravings of obesity,
Those dreams of reality.
Why can't they just see
I keep hearing its noise at every turn on my bed
They always seem to be on the move
It was just like yesterday when all seem well with less noise for a peaceful sleep
